The World's Richest Man: Start with the Daily Intelligence System

172: Chapter 172 Republic of China StampsAfter completing all the procedures for becoming a shareholder, Zhang Wei said a brief goodbye to Wang Xiaoqu and left Binjiang Venture Park with An Xiaoxi. He drove toward Jiangnan Garden.

When An Xiaoxi arrived at her doorstep, the scene before her stunned her: the entrance was piled high with express boxes of all sizes, almost completely blocking the entire door.

Zhang Wei, carrying a woven sack, struggled to walk into the living room.

”Wow, this whole box is filled with shelled walnuts! The box just before this was chocolate. Zhang Wei, your speed is too fast! We haven’t even gotten home yet, and all these packages have already been delivered.”

An Xiaoxi buried her head in unpacking the express boxes.

Zhang Wei smiled, put down the book in his hand, and said, ”Come help after you finish unpacking the packages.”

”What treasures are inside these books? Autographs from famous people, or love letters?” An Xiaoxi curiously flipped through a yellowed second-hand book, frowning slightly.

Zhang Wei took out stacks of heavy books from the woven sack. ”First, flip through these yellowed magazines and look carefully to see if anything is tucked inside.”

”The ideas in these republic of china era magazines are quite avant-garde,” An Xiaoxi chewed her gum while flipping through them with great interest.

The two continued to look through the dusty books while chatting.

”Hey, what’s this? A letter!” An Xiaoxi suddenly exclaimed in surprise, handing the letter to Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei stopped what he was doing and took the letter handed to him by An Xiaoxi. He carefully opened the envelope and found it was empty inside, leaving only a thin envelope and the stamp on the cover.

It was a stamp with a black central design of a ’Palace Gate’ and a blue border. However, due to a lack of professional preservation, the color of this stamp had begun to fade under the erosion of time.

Zhang Wei’s heartbeat quickened; he knew how precious this stamp was. It was the ’Palace Gate Inverted’ stamp, hailed as one of the ’Four Treasures of Chinese Stamps’ and the foremost among the ’Four Rarities of the Republic of China’.

In September 2015, at the Cherry Stone Stamp Auction in New York City, USA, a ’Palace Gate Inverted’ stamp with a slight crease fetched a high price of 115,000 US dollars, equivalent to about 740,000 RMB. Although its price could not compare to the ’Republic of China Red Revenue Small 1 Yuan’ stamp, the cover-style stamp in Zhang Wei’s hand was even rarer. Currently, only this single piece is known to exist, and it was once treasured by the late Japanese philatelist Mizuhara Meisho.

Two hours later, An Xiaoxi’s bright eyes could no longer resist the invasion of fatigue. She was still young, and a whole day of running around had already left her exhausted. At this moment, she had returned to her room and quietly fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhang Wei, however, collapsed onto the sofa, feeling as if all his strength had been drained from his body. The discovery of the day kept echoing in his mind—finding the ’Republic of China Four Rarities’ stamp mentioned in the intelligence system among this pile of books, while the rest were just ordinary second-hand books. So many books piled up at home not only took up space. Zhang Wei sighed softly and decided to contact property management the next day to set up a second-hand book stall and give these books away for free. Perhaps these books could also find their new owners.

Time quickly arrived at midnight.

”Ding-”, the system prompt sounded: ”daily intelligence has been updated. Please check it, Host.”

[daily intelligence 01]

In the IT department of AC Game Company, there is an employee named Xiao Li. Seeing Wang Xiaoqu’s company miraculously revive and regain vitality after going through a difficult funding crisis, the fire of jealousy in Xiao Li’s heart burned even more intensely. He began secretly contacting rival companies, plotting to sell the company’s game code to the other side.

[daily intelligence 02]

Tomorrow at 4 PM, on the campus of Jiande Middle School, a potential tragedy is brewing. A man surnamed Xue, an unemployed person who has repeatedly failed in job searches in multiple places, found it even harder to find suitable work after arriving in Shenghai City. Long-term unemployment has filled him with despair, gradually breeding extreme thoughts of revenge against society. He has targeted innocent middle school students, planning to carry out a terrible act during dismissal time. If the Host reports this to the police in time, he can not only prevent this tragedy but also gain valuable prestige.

[daily intelligence 03]

Tomorrow afternoon, in Unit 2201, Building 15, Jiangnan Garden, the elderly Professor Liu is alone at home. The nanny, surnamed Wu, has to leave temporarily to fetch medicine. During this brief window, Professor Liu accidentally falls while using the restroom and cries out for help, but no one answers. Time ticks by, and by the time nanny Wu rushes back, she discovers that the old Mr. Liu has passed away; it is too late. If the Host reports this in time, he can save the life of old Mr. Liu and prevent a tragedy.

Zhang Wei carefully examined the three pieces of intelligence in his hand, his brow furrowed, pondering inwardly. Two of these three pieces of intelligence concerned personal safety.

The second piece of intelligence stirred his heart. Tomorrow, he would have An Xiaoxi disguise her voice to call the police. To ensure everything goes smoothly, he would personally go to the scene to stake out, just in case of any sudden developments. This was a major matter and could not be taken lightly.

As for the third piece of intelligence, tomorrow he was setting up the second-hand book stall anyway. He would entrust the neighborhood committee to temporarily organize a book exchange event and invite the highly respected Professor Liu to preside over it. This way, under everyone’s attention, Professor Liu would be prevented from being left unattended, and no accident would occur, ensuring his safety.

Regarding the first piece of intelligence, Zhang Wei weighed the pros and cons repeatedly and decided not to proactively contact Wang Xiaoqu for the time being. He knew Wang Xiaoqu’s personality well; he never liked others interfering in his company’s internal affairs, especially at the management level. If he were to inform him rashly, it might not only cause Wang Xiaoqu to be annoyed but could also backfire.

Moreover, the information Zhang Wei possessed was quite sensitive—an employee, dissatisfied with Wang Xiaoqu’s management, was secretly contacting a rival company, attempting to bring down Wang Xiaoqu’s company from within. Zhang Wei found it truly difficult to explain clearly to Wang Xiaoqu how he learned such inside information, as the source of the information, the intelligence system, should not be disclosed.

Zhang Wei took a deep breath; he already had a detailed plan in mind, waiting only to implement it step by step tomorrow.

In the living room of Unit 2201, Building 15, Jiangnan Garden, the elderly Professor Liu sat quietly on the soft sofa, holding a yellowed book in his hands, his gaze focused and profound, as if tracing the marks of time between the pages. Sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, sprinkling onto his silver hair, reflecting a warm glow.

Nanny Wu rushed in with a trace of apology on her face and said softly, ”Old Mr. Liu, you are almost out of your usual blood pressure medication. I must hurry to the hospital to get a refill; I’ll be right back.”

Old Mr. Liu slowly raised his head, waved his hand gently, his eyes full of kindness: ”Go, go. I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Wu nodded, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her eyes. She picked up her handbag, quietly put on her coat, and was just about to open the door when the doorbell suddenly rang, sounding a crisp ”Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong,” breaking the silence inside the room.